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A Mother’s Moans, A Son’s Sighs

by Oediplex 8==3~

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{Adult literature. The author neither advocates nor encourages any illegal or harmful activities which may damage oneself or another; either physically or emotionally or in any other way. If you find sexual situations offensive you are free to not continue reading this story. This story is based on real people, real situations and real desires.}

My name maiden name was Mona Coit; a moaner during coitus. That’s an unintended pun my parents made, because I have always been vocal during sex, even when I masturbate. I guess it runs in the family, I remember hearing my folks making love on occasion. Though, that was rarely and even then they tried to mask the sounds with music or a fan going or some other noise. It didn’t work, but I respected their privacy and their room was at the other end of the house I grew up in, so I seldom listened in.

But both were making those primitive sounds we all make when screwing. Mom especially would tell dad how she wanted it. I don’t know if it’s from hearing her or just genetic that I do that too. But this story is not about them, it’s about my son and I. Maybe if I had been the silent type, what happened would not have. But I’m not, and it did, and we did. Yes, we fucked – committed incest. I didn’t intend for our actions to lead to our relationship, however since we crossed the line, there is no going back.

I’m now forty-two, we have been intimate for just under a year now. It happened last summer, when Jeff, my son, returned home freshly graduated from prep school. Ready to go to an Ivy League college in the fall. So he took the summer off, no camp counseling, no summer job, lazy bum time. Why not? We didn’t need the money, his father’s insurance had left us well off, that and the investments we had made. I worked high end real estate in a fancy community of Connecticut and made damn good money. On top of all that, the house was willed to us by my folks, and we had lived in it since they retired to Florida, so finances were not any problem.

Both my folks were gone now and my husband too. Dad had a massive stroke and mom and my husband both died of cancer. My spouse most tragically three years ago. He would have been 45 in September. So it’s just Jeff and I, in a big house, all by ourselves. Except that he was gone for most of the school year, of course. Therefore, I wasn’t used to him being around the house. That summer I forgot sometimes that he was home and several times walked around in just my panties and bra. When he came upon me in such a state of undress we didn’t make a big deal of it and I would go and put on a robe.

On the other hand Jeff would parade in his jockeys in the morning for breakfast or at night going to the bathroom. It didn’t bother me, except when he had a woodie in the AM. The damn thing nearly would pop the tip above the waist band it was so long. One time we even had an encounter when we both were nude. I had been taking a shower and had neglected to close the door all the way, so as to let out the steam. Just as I got out of the shower and was reaching to grab a towel - in walked my son – naked as a jay bird. With an full blown erection.

Now I know the natural thing for a gal to do is to cover up the best she can and snap up the nearest towel for modesty. But I didn’t. I was like a deer caught in the headlights, I froze at the sight of his gorgeous cock. I admit that I had been curious at what lurked beneath the briefs. I had always found the male member a thing of fascination. He stood there, an Adonis, a Greek statue, but at attention like the ancients didn’t ever carve. It was more like those on the Hindu temples showing sex acts. However, this was not stone but turgid living flesh. I hadn’t seen a man’s dick in three years, and this was a beaut of a boner.

For his part he made the most of the long minute we stared at one another. My body was still in fair shape having played tennis with my gal-pals, and gone to the gym in the mornings for one exercise group or another. My husband used to compare me to Tinkerbell, a spritely blond with a good bust and slim hips. Jeff made a direct survey of my charms, the pink tipped melons and the wispy golden triangle of my pussy. I felt myself getting strangely tingly between my legs - as my nipples hardened and I blushed. If it had been his dad, I would have jumped his bones right there and then. It was a hot moment.

But Jeff finally retreated, saying, “Sorry, mom, I didn’t think you were in here, since the door was open. I was going to take a shower.” (Our home was 2&1/2 baths but this was the only one that had an enclosed shower equipped with a big adjustable head. It was off my master bedroom, the other downstairs just had a tub/shower and no frills.) “Unless you want to share one?” he offered.
“No, Jeffy!” I replied. “I’m finished, thank you very kindly . . .” I said with a tone indicating I would not go for that. The very idea of taking a shower with my grown son!!

“Nice bod!” The young rascal called back through the door he closed behind him. The kid was getting more smart mouthed as the summer progressed.

“Remember, I used to change your diapers. I’ve seen your butt naked more times that you can count!”

“Yeah? Well how’s it look now?” And he stuck his hind-end back through, mooning his mom. I looked at the ass that poked out from behind the door. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he had a big silly grin on it. I had to admit, he always had a great set of buns, and now they made my mouth water – or somewhere else on my body moisten!

“And if you don’t want that thing paddled, just like I did when you were little, you’ll get gone and give me some privacy. I’ll let you know when it’s your turn.” I said with a laugh. But his buns were scrumptious. “Stop being so cheeky with your old mom!” I said as I heard him leave finally.

“Ta ta to the ta-tas,” he called

Later I wondered if that incident had been so innocent; if it had been merely accidental or more of a deliberate attempt to get a gander at me stripped. Well, he certainly got what he came for. To ogle me, and show off his prick and muscular physique too? If so it worked. If his purpose was to get his mother interested in his body, that had done the trick. I wasn’t warm for his form right then – but in light of subsequent events, it had the desired effect.

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I came home early one day from work. My schedule varied; as showing the properties was on the clients available time, so my hours were not regular. I arrived and entered the house, as I passed Jeff’s room on the way to mine, I heard something through his door. I try to respect his privacy, but this was something that stopped me in my tracks. It was a female’s voice. At first I thought he had a date over and they were making out. But in a moment I realized the gal was having an orgasm! I kept listening, out of motherly curiosity – don’t want the kid to get some girl knocked-up. However, as I listen for a moment, I could tell that it was not live but recorded on tape. ‘Ah-Ha!’ I thought, ‘He’s got a porno tape on.’

But then I heard the woman cry out, “Ooh! Yess!! Deeper, harder . . . hard and deep” I know just how she feels, I thought to myself. Then I had the psychological equivalent of a bucket of ice-water dumped on my brain. I knew how that felt because – IT WAS ME!!

That was me; that is, a recording of me, cumming! The tape played on even though my mind was completely stopped. “Deeper, deeper . . . I want you deep, give it to me as hard as you can – oh god fuck me . . . fuck me now with your hard cock . . . pound my pussy, make me cum, make me cum nooww!! Yes, yess, YES I’M CUMMING . . . UH UUHH!!” I listened to myself finishing my orgasm with heavy panting, giving way to little coo’s and murmurs. It had been a good one!

I acted without thinking. I grabbed the knob and swung the door open. There was my son, naked on his bed, his hand on his dick, his penis oozing white goo, his eyes closed, his breath ragged, his climax obvious, his oblivion complete – he didn’t know I was seeing him in the aftermath of masturbating. I immediately realized that any confrontation would be totally embarrassing to us both, that I didn’t have the slightest idea of what to say or how to deal with the situation. I closed the door silently and went to my room.

I locked the door to my bedroom – not that I expected him to try to come in, but in an irrational reaction to protect my privacy. When to think of it – I had invaded his. I couldn’t imagine where he had gotten a recording of me having a climax. I sounded like that often enough when his father had fucked me – had his dad made a tape of our love-making? I didn’t think so. Why was he listening to his mother’s orgasm, didn’t he have any video pornography? How often had he done this? My head was filled with questions.

I took a couple of aspirin in the bathroom. I lay down and tried to sort things out in my head. It must have been when I masturbated one night. Perhaps a couple of weeks ago when I thought he was out and had given myself a real workout with my dildos. (Hey! A gal gets horny too!) But how? A micro recorder under the bed? A wireless mike hooked to a receiver? Then I realized the simple answer. What ever the mechanism the tape was on, it was by way of the household intercom that was able to be either a baby monitor or call everybody to dinner or play the radio in any room. Seventies technology – true, but still in working order and effective enough to do the job, as I heard for myself.

Other questions arose, how often had he done that? Was he thinking of me – or was it just the sound of a female climaxing that was his turn on. How many recordings of me did he have? Should I confront him, or not? How should I handle this, ought I put a stop to it? How would he like it if the tables were turned? Stupid question – he’d like it. Well, I had sort of, hadn’t I? There was Jeff, with his nice big (seven incher?) cock stroking and jism running out. I had always like to watch a guy jerk-off; my boyfriends, my husband, once I even caught my brother and he did it while I looked on. Sure fellas didn’t mind a girl watching, it fueled their fantasies.

I used to even get my husband to do it as a form of foreplay, then before he would blast, I hopped on and finished him off; cumming myself with a nice explosion. I was one of those gals that liked visual stimulus. Jeff’s image reformed in my imagination and I saw him in my mind’s eye stoking the pink tower of power. I unconsciously reached between my legs under my skirt and stuck my hands into my panties. “Yes, Jeffy, do it for mommy!” I said softly. The words said out loud startled me. Was I thinking about my own son? Yes I was – well who could blame me? When I realized that I was diddling myself, I didn’t stop – it felt too nice being nasty.

The image of his body that time in the bathroom floated up. I thought about what if he had started to masturbate while looking at his naked mother. And what if I had also touch myself too, in front of my sexy son? God I was wet, as my finger rubbed the nub of my clit. I lay on my bed and the fantasy continued. I saw him reach over and stroke my nipples, he was getting close, I knew the signs. My finger entered my vagina, both real and his digit in my dream. He began to spew thick cream, and my spasm over took me as I lifted my hips off the bed and ached for a man to fill me, fuck me, make me – take me over the brink into ecstasy.

I lay there panting for long minutes, sweating and astounded at what I had just done. I felt slightly guilty for my lascivious thoughts. At the same time I wondered if I could use the same trick to listen to my son on the sly, while he masturbated. Wouldn’t that be naughty? Wouldn’t that be delicious?

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Not that night, I figured we had both gotten our jollys, but the next night I set up the intercom to listen in on my son. It took a couple of evenings though before I once more heard sounds that were him getting into bed and then begin to listen to his secret tape of his mother. I had my dildos ready, I have several, vibrating ones, one that fits on a finger, etc. That evening I chose the one molded from a porn star with the ‘natural feel’. It reminded me the most of my son’s cock, it was almost it’s twin, all seven inches. The surreptitious nature of the spying and the eroticism of a forbidden foray into incest fantasy gave my libido a zing. I lay naked on my bed as I knew Jeff was on his, and as he listen to me on the recording – I listen to him on the intercom.

I could hear me moaning on the tape and my son saying, “Please mom, you’re so beautiful, just let me see you again, like that time in the bathroom?” I got wet remembering that too. I moved the dildo on my clit. “Yes, mom, let me kiss you; I can make you feel so good . . .” So he was thinking about me! “Just let me put the tip in? Just to see what it’s like . . . I promise I won’t go too far, just the tip mom?” I moved the dildo, which I now thought of as ‘Jeffy’, down to my vagina and slipped the tip in – following Jeff’s fantasy. “Oh you’re so hot and wet, mommy!” Indeed, I was! “Does it feel good? Maybe a little more, just half way, Okay?” I knew he couldn’t resist his mommy’s pussy. I used ‘Jeffy’ to put another inch in. I amazed myself, here I was simulating fucking my son, while I simultaneously listened to him pretending to screw me.

I could tell by the sounds from the speaker that my son was beginning to make long strokes on that sweet meat tube at his loins by the slap-slap of his fist beating a steady rhythm. I use the artificial penis in my vagina in like measure. Then I heard myself crying out, “Ooh! Yess!! Deeper, harder . . . hard and deep” The recording had reached that part where I was about to climax. And I was right there too, I was ready for him to thrust strongly and fully, the ‘Jeffy’ prick pushed up to my womb again and again. The tape said the words for me. “Deeper, deeper . . . I want you deep, give it to me as hard as you can”

Jeff himself was now crying out, “Yes mom!! I need to fuck you – oh god! Fuck me mommy!!

“Oh god fuck me . . . fuck me now with your hard cock”, the tape played, I whimpered softly, “Yes . . .yess – oh do it to mommy!” I heard, “Pound my pussy, make me cum, make me cum nooww!!

Jeff said in unison with my pleadings, “Yeah mom! We’re doing it, I’m making you cum, I’m cumming with mommy. Jeffy is cumming in you! Ahh! Uh . . Uh . . . uuhhh!!!

And I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Yes Jeff, Yes, yess, YES I’M CUMMING Cum in me sweet baby, Oh Jeffy. . . UH UUHH!!” The dildo was making me froth with action as my hand moved it in a frenzy to and fro in my cunt. I came so hard that my back arched and my feet clenched, as I pictured my son over me and pounding his stiff staff deep into my vagina and letting loose a big, hot dollop of jism.

Then all that I heard was Jeff and myself (both live and recorded) panting heavily and making those little cooing sounds and soft murmurs. It had been a good one! For both of us. - But - Had he heard me down the hall? I had screamed - had the recording drowned out my real orgasm, had Jeff been so preoccupied with his own climax and calling out that he missed the fact that I was participating in his imagined screwing of his mommy? Or did he detect that there were two people in the house masturbating to the same fantasy?

Oh god! What if he had heard me? Would he come and find me in my bedroom, on the bed, with my legs spread wide open, with a fleshy dildo still up my pussy? He then would know I also had been guilty of incestuous desires. That his mommy had the hots for him too! Would he pull out the ‘Jeffy’ fake dick and plug in the real one?

I couldn’t let that happen . . . now that the heat of the moment was over . . . I realized that letting my son fuck me for real would be a disaster. At least a development I would have no idea how to handle. No, I would not let that come – cum – about. Fantasy was one thing, but actually crossing the line was completely something else. I listened intently. But I heard nothing from the intercom. Did that mean he was coming down the hall even now? Then I relaxed as I heard the soft sounds of snoring. Wasn’t that just like a man? To fall asleep after sex – no cuddling, no after-play, no going down to finish me off. Even if it was imaginary. Well, I had my vibrator – I switched it on and gave myself another little cum before falling asleep too.

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In the morning, I got up and took a quick shower, threw on the first night gown that came to hand out of the dresser and went downstairs to the kitchen. A little while latter Jeff appeared, but he said nothing to indicate he had any suspicion of what had been a mutual - abet in separate rooms - masturbation session. He was in his underpants as usual. No morning woody, I was a little disappointed to observe. I guessed he wore it out the night before, thinking about being in his mom. I poured him a glass of orange juice and got him out the jelly for his toast. He followed my movements, a peculiar look on his face.

As I fixed him a poached egg I could feel his gaze on me as he ate. I put the plate in front of him, bending down to see if he would steal a gander at my breasts. Sure enough, he did. As I was placing the dish I glanced at his crotch, my prince’s sceptre was bulging prominently in his drawers. And Jiminy! It was now poking the tip above the elastic, a bright russet plum with the hole glistening with a drop of clear pre-cum dew. What had gotten the boy so worked up about, since he sat down? The thin fabric outlined the straining staff, I was mesmerized for a moment.

Then his voice brought me back, “Gosh, mom you are so beautiful this morning!”

I smiled, “Thanks, sweety. Have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, I did. You?”

“Oh I had wonderful dreams last night of a handsome knight who came and ... (‘boy did he ever come’, I thought to myself) “annd hee . . .”, I stalled as I saw Jeff smirk at the word ‘came’. I wasn’t the only one of us thinking in double entendres this morning. “And he carried me away to an enchanted kingdom where we lived happily ever after.” I finished. (‘I certainly got carried away by your fantasy’, went through my risque brain.) But I didn’t dare say such a thing out loud and give my son the wrong – eh, the right but naughty impression.

I sat down to take a sip of my coffee and for a moment had a little fantasy of my own. I pictured going over to my athletic son and pulling his skivvies right off, exposing the rude rod that was already rearing it’s sexy head. In a single motion I divest myself of my nightgown and high stepped over his seated naked form. I offered one tit to his lips, the left, my most erogenous of the pair, with one hand and with my other hand deftly guide that burning log of manhood to the lubricated fireplace between my legs. As I sink gently upon my son, Jeffy sucks in my nipple and squeezes my buns with both strong hands. He goes all the way up, and we stay like that for a whole minute. Then I begin to do a lap dance like no other gal has ever given her guy, a hula girl has nothing on my hips . . . . .

“Mom?” Jeff’s voice breaks the spell and I crash back to reality. “Are you okay? You got this funny look on your face all of a sudden – like you were thinking about -”

“I’m fine!” I interrupt him before he suggest something too close to home. I abruptly pick up his plate and carry it to the sink. After a brief moment Jeff gets up and comes up behind me.

“Mommy?” Jeff says in an odd voice, did you,” he hesitates, “did you wear that nightgown down here to breakfast for my benefit – because if you did I really do appreciate it – a lot.” I suddenly become aware that I have on the sheerest gown I have, practically see-thru, and no panties, much less no bra or any kind of top. I’m nearly naked. “A lot . . . “ Jeff repeats and as if to emphasize his point he pushes his erection right between my cheeks. I can even feel his hairy balls rubbing my ass and – GOD! I’ve gotten a wet spot from where I was sitting thinking about fucking my boy and he must have been able to see it. To make things worse I moisten again, so much so I must be dripping on the kitchen floor and I feel like I’m about to swoon into his arms. And he could do to me whatever he desires, because I desire – lust for – the same!!

“Jeffy”, I say to deflect what I had resolved last night to avoid, a consanguine coupling with my kid, “ why don’t you go and take your shower now?”

He says in my ear, half serious, I can tell, “Want to join me?”
“JEFFY!” I turn, a mistake because this puts my pussy and his peter in close proximity, brushing up against one another. His arms go to my back in a tender hug. “I’m . .I’m your mother, you .. shouldn’t think about me that way.” (‘You’re one to talk!” pipes up the naughty girl in my head).

“Too tempting – aay mom?” he teases, pushing toward me with his hips and I feel his hard-on against my mons. Little does he know, or does he suspect? Or does he know??

“If I was to take you up on your offer – I don’t think you could handle it. I’d eat you up!!” I try bombast to make a joke, and laugh.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he tosses back at me and then to my surprise and delight – but I dare not show it – he gives me a huge kiss, right on the lips. It last longer that it should, but I am loving it so much that I let it linger, until he tries a bit of tongue.

At that, my maternal instincts makes a weak return to some semblance of sanity and I break it off and gently push him away with a tap on his chest. “Fresh! You’re asking for a paddling on your behind, mister!”

“Well, okay, but I could handle you if you took up my invitation; in fact, I would love to handle you all over.” Before I can express my shock, or say ‘I know you would’ and follow him; he turns and quickly exits. As soon as I hear his door close, I dash to my bedroom and throw myself on the bed, tummy down. I pull my diaphanous shift above my hips and thrust my fingers into my soaking, burning pussy. I stroke the clit furiously and my climax rises like a skyrocket and I am about to burst into a spectacular explosion, when the sound of my door opening penetrates my dim awareness.

I say, “OH! JEFFY!” both as I was thinking about him penetrating me with his big cock and as a protest that I have been caught in such a compromising position. He can see everything, I mean everything; cunt, anus, mommy’s orgasm as the clutching nether lips flutter and the asshole contracts, my gasps and groans at the spasms which are racking my body.

“Jeez! I’m sorry mom . . . I didn’t mean to – I was just going to take a shower in your bathroom.” he sounds apologetic, but he doesn’t withdraw.

In some back part of my mind I realize that this is turn-about-fair-play but I am too embarrassed (bare-assed) and too much in shock and too much in the aftermath of a humongous cum to do much but mumble, “Jeffy, just go to your room, Sweety.” He finally withdraws, shutting to door behind him. ‘(I must remember to hit the button on the knob for privacy’), I resolve silently, out loud I say, “SHIT!!!”.

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I didn’t see Jeff for the rest of the day. I guess he went out after he got dressed and was too unnerved to face me. Just as well, I had no idea what to say to him. I did a bunch of chores around the house, watched a soap, perused a magazine, but I was getting bored. My motor had gotten running and I was full of sexual tension and erotic energy, more that I had in me in a long time. I figured, what the hell, Jeff is out of the house, I can play without fear of being interrupted – play with myself, play with my dildos, play with forbidden fantasies, play with ‘Jeffy’ the joy toy that subs for my boy. Boy, oh boy! I got naked and shut the door and made myself comfortable on the mattress.

Now, let’s see – what does ‘naughty girl’ want to daydream about? How about the ravishing of the mommy? Hmm . . . yes, Jeffy surprises me again, but this time he can’t take the sight of his mom naked and writhing on the bed in sexual heat. He strips down his jeans – no undies, he’s commando, and his shirt comes over his head in an instant. As I create the scenario, my hunk of rubber is working it’s way into my center. Nude, my son climbs in next to me and firmly grabs my legs and spreads them. His penis is bobbing with eagerness and the prow is a purple plum of swollen lust. I dream on.

He begins to thrust in, smoothly, as his aim is sure and my cunt is soaked. He presses me down with our bodies contacting at the nipples and arms hugging one another for better leverage. Our lips are going crazy as our tongues dance and the smack-smack-smack of our loins clapping together echoes off the walls. He is grunting and I am crying his name, “Jeff, Jeff, oh Jeff, Jeff!!” My ‘Jeffy’ is flying in and out and pounding against my deepest inner being, my other hand is slapping at my clit like a tom-tom.

“Fuck me, Jeffy, fuck mommy!” I am at full volume. “Hard . . . deep, harder . . . deeper, deeper, yes . . yes,make mommy cum, Jeff, Yess! Now, Cum in me, Cum in Mommy sweet Jeffy!! fuuckk mmeee JJeeffyyy”

And as I sail over the moon in a peak spasm pure of pleasure I hear from somewhere, “Yes, mommy, I’m cumming too! I love you, mom, uuh! Uhh uuhmm. Ohh, mommm.”

Did I leave the intercom on? Was that from his room? Was he listening to me again? I get up and rush to the door. It’s lock. I open it. I step out into the hall. I don’t see anything, but I stepped in something damp. I smell sex. Jeff was in the hall! God damn, was he spying on me again? I have to put a stop to this right now, I make a vow. I turn back in grab my terrycloth robe – no see-thru this time – and march out in the direction of his room. I throw open his door and there he is, sitting on the edge of his bed, pants down, dick dripping semen, and tears in his eyes and a face about to break a mother’s heart as he burst into bawling.

Of course this is totally unexpected on my part and instantly I go from anger to pity.

“I thought you were calling me when I came home, so I went to your room, the door was locked and then I heard you . . . you cumming and saying you wanted to me to fuck you and I love you and I think your so sexy and I have wanted to . . to make love to you for so long and . and first I saw you in the bathroom and then I heard you last night over the intercom as I was thinking about you and you were thinking about me too and you didn’t stop it but you came too and this morning when you looked so hot I thought maybe you were sending signals to me that you wanted us to . . . and then I didn’t mean to see you doing . . . masturbating and when I heard you through the door just now I couldn't help it Mom. Oh, jeez, don’t be angry at me . . . I love you. I love youu . . .”

All but the last was said in a rush, gushing out like a pot boiling over, but the last little three words were said so softly and with so much yearning that it made what ever anger I had evaporate and what flooded in was compassion for my boy who was no different from his mom in having incestuous desires and fantasies. I decided I needed to make it up to him and I could see that the object of my desire was close at hand. So I motioned him to scootch back on his mattress and pulled his shoes off and pants down. I then got him out of his shirt. Nude my boy looked up at me in wide eyed wonder and a shit eating grin beginning to spread across his face.

“Let me tell you a little story,” I began, sitting next to him. I took my hand and wrapped it around Jeff’s cock and began to stroke. “When your father and I were a young couple, just after we were married, we went on a camping trip with another couple whom were our best friends at the time. We shared a big tent, we had one side and they were on the other. We respected each others privacy, but there were no secrets between us. Being married of course your dad and I put our sleeping bags together, as did our companions since they were engaged.” Jeff’s love muscle was firming up nicely with my ministrations.

“It happened that one morning, the other folks were feeling frisky, hell they were horny just like us, and they stated fooling around.” I adored the smooth skin of my son’s penis, I gently pulled up and drew down. “Well, we could hear them and see them moving under the bags, humping – literally. That turned your dad and me on and we began to make love as well.” Jeffy’s eyes closed as the swollen flesh was hot in my hands. So there we all were, fucking our partners on the opposite sides of the tent, sleeping bags bumping up and down like caterpillars and everybody moaning and groaning and whispering as we were cumming.”

Jeff reached out cautiously and put a hand inside my robe and began to caress my breast, the left one. “We made each other hot, listening to one another. Later when we talked around the campfire we agreed that it was one of the most erotic point of our lives. Back then there wasn’t so much access to porn tapes or the Internet.” My nipple was in seventh heaven as my son stroke it. “It was better though, because it was live and so near, so personal and so free.” We both were in sinc now with our playing with each other’s bodies, almost like, not quite making love.

“Did you ever listen to Grams and Grandpa.?” my man-child asked as he switched tits.

“Sometimes,” I confessed.

“Did you masturbate when you listened?” He asked his voice husky with sexual arousal.

I gave into temptation and bent my head down to mouth my boy’s dick. “Umm-hmm” I confessed that I had to my kid, as I sucked on his boner and gave him a hum-job at the same time.

“Did you ever want to do it with Gramps?” Jeff gasped, but before I could respond, he erupted in my mouth at the thought of incest between his mother and her dad. I had all that I could do to deal with the copious flow from my son and could not respond. After he had calmed down I smiled and told him, “No not really; I found it hot to listen, but a little embarrassing too, so I didn’t invade their privacy much. I had fantasies about some older men, movie stars mostly, but I understand where your coming – cumming – from.” Jeff smiled at my pun, but he then loosen the belt of my robe and began to fill both hands with my tootsies. What fun!

“Okay, now listen young man!” I sounded stern, but he knew I was being only semi-serious. “We have done more than we should, more than I intended for to happen and as much as we ought, without going past the point beyond which we might not be able to control ourselves and do something that would be regrettable.”

“I wouldn’t regret it,” my less than innocent son said.

“Well, I might, and if I did have guilty feelings and remorse would you want me to feel bad?” I asked looking him straight in the eye.

“No mom, I wouldn’t. I see your point. I love you and would never want to do anything that would hurt you.”

“Okay then, lets just quit while we’re a head.” I saw the disappointed look in his face and modified my proposal. “Well, I guess we could leave the intercom on and stay in our rooms, but no fucking for real, just fantasy, just in your imagination – okay? Wait a minute!” Something he had said before about the intercom finally struck me. “What do you mean – you were listening to me as I listen to you?”

Jeff laughed, “Mom! Its an intercom, not just a baby monitor, there is two way talking . .moaning . . when you set it on intercom mode – intercommunications - both talking and listening!”

“Damn! So you heard everything last night?”

Jeff nodded. “Mom, you do have the hots for me. You can’t deny it now. We can have the intercom on, but why don’t we just watch each other in the same place and cum together talking to each other and telling what we really want to do?”

“Because that would be like smoking in a shed full of fireworks. As dangerous as playing with matches in a dynamite factory. The temptation would be greater than we could handle and it could be very explosive.”

“I like skyrockets”

“Enough! I’m going to shower, you can start dinner, buddy, and get out the good wine, we deserve it!” And then I went to my own bathroom and turned on the water. But in truth I was still turned on too. But I did lock the door.

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There followed several busy days where there was no convergence of Jeff and I in any intimate way, either intentional or inadvertent. I was beginning to suspect what had at first appeared accidental on my son’s part had been careful calculation. That he had intruded not so innocently in order to pursue where his prurient interests could be satisfied. Then again, neither was I entirely guiltless when it came to lustful listening. It wasn’t that our libidos were dormant, just that it seemed that a bit of space defused the waiting skyrockets for the time being.

I had a regular tennis date with one of my gal-pals on Thursday afternoon. She had to cancel because her youngest was sick with some virus. I didn’t think I could find another partner at the last minute, so I planned to work in the garden instead. Jeff was hanging around, so I asked him if he would like to do some weeding.

“I’ve got a better idea, mom. Why don’t we play together?”

Immediately I began to say, no, that I needed to do flower sort of activities and fooling around was not just a casual thing that we might do when there was time to get other things accomplished. Though in truth, at the thought my panties went damp.

“No, mom, I mean why don’t we play tennis together. I might be a bit rusty, but I’ll give you a run for your money. What do you say?” What could I say? I said okay. A few hours of exercise would be good for us both. Jeff was out of practice but he got better after a couple of sets and I had to be at my best to counter his stronger serve. Finally, we were down to the last game before our court time was up at the club. Jeff suggested, “Why don’t we make it interesting, mom? How about a bet?”

“Okay, what are the stakes?”

He smiled a foxy smile and replied, “How about a carte blanche treat, the winner’s choice. The loser has to do what ever they ask – within reason of course.”

“I know what I have in mind, already – but you won’t like it, weeding. So you better be on your best game!” I called across the net. “What are you scheming?”

His grin widened. “Ohh . . . I’ll think of something that you’ll like doing.” I could guess that it had to do with beds and bods. I determined that I wasn’t going to let him have his way and keep love strictly a tennis term. But I think I was hustled, or he was very motivated to win the prize. I lost. But he wouldn’t tell me what favor that I was obligated for, just then. We drove home. I was glad to get back to the house and air-conditioning after the hot summer sun and workout.

“I’m going to take a long shower and get cool and clean.” I announced.

“Me too. In fact that’s the thing I was going to cash in on. Let’s shower together, okay?”

I should have known! ‘Well, what’s the most that could happen in that small shower stall, anyway?’ I thought to myself. (‘Just don’t bend over with your back to him!’) naughty girl quipped. ‘And make sure that he goes straight back to his own room afterwards,’ momma Mona added. ‘Or the sheets will get more soaked than the towels!’ mother and minx chorused together. Sharing a shower would be fun with this lithe, attractive young man I thought to myself, just you don’t get carried away, keep control, you’re the adult. But at the same time I felt like a kid with a ticket for the merry-go-round.

I answered, “Okay, but you have to behave yourself. You said within reason and we aren’t going to have a lot of hanky-panky, we are just having good clean fun, nothing naughty!”

“Right you are, a wash and nothing dirty!” he declared. Right, who was kidding who?

As we walked into my bedroom on the way to the shower, Jeff said, “Let me help you off with your top.” He caught the bottom of my Tee shirt and swept it up and over my head in a single motion.

“Thank you, honey but I can strip myself,” I said casually, as I kicked off my shoes.

“But it’s more fun to do it my way . . .” he came back in a suggestive tone and tugged at my tennis skirt, getting it half off my hips.

“Oh, yeah?” I exclaimed as I grabbed his waist band and yanked down his shorts to his ankles so that he toppled backwards with his butt landing on the bed. I followed up with his jockey shorts with the same maneuver and now he was helpless with his feet raised high as I pulled both articles awkwardly off his legs over his shoes. He sat up then on the edge of the bed and divested himself of his sweat soaked shirt, as I drew down my sports bra to my waist exposing momma’s pair of pear shaped mammaries to her son’s eager eyes. I stepped between his spread legs, which were still shod with sneakers, and took his hands and very deliberately placed them on my waist.

My son hooked his thumbs in my spandex sports bra and slid it down slowly, catching my tennis skirt and even the panties in his dexterous clutches and dropped them down to the floor in a puddle of cloth covering my feet. I stood still. Jeff put his hands on my bare ass-cheeks and leaned forward drawing me slightly to him and kissed my lower tummy, and kissed lower and kissed lower again just above my bush. Talk about erotic! Romantic even. I got his wrists and moved his hands to my chest where they caressed my bosom with the gentlest of fondles. If I didn’t get us into the shower right then we would wind up on the floor with my kid between my thighs and his cock knocking at the gates of paradise.

Indeed, I was lubricating from his kisses and the heady scent of male animal rising into my nostrils. My own womanly muskiness must have been in his face too, so close to my sexual center. I broke the spell of smelling each other’s pheromones by turning toward the bathroom and said, “Last one in the shower makes supper!” and skipped over the carpeting like I was a schoolgirl, but this playground was adults only. Jeff got rid of his shoes and socks as he hopped and stumbled after me in his eagerness to join in the game of rub-a-dub-dub with mommy.

I turned the water on to lukewarm, a pleasant temperature for rinsing off summer grime and stepped into the stall. Moments later, Jeff opened the door and as he did I squirted body-wash gel on his hair and began to suds up his whole head. Since this effectively blinded him I had the advantage for the moment. I made my way down his shoulders to his chest and enjoyed caressing his pects. Then I got more gel in my hands and hugged him to do his back, our nipples rubbed against each other’s torso in soapy stimulation. I could tell that this aroused him as his cock was ramrodding my abdomen.

I turned him so the water rinsed his top half, but now I used the suds to wash his privates. His was at attention as I stroked it and clutched the two delicate eggs in hairy sacks, making sure to play with his balls before going under his scrotum to get the crotch. I manipulated Jeffy so that the shower rained down on his front, rinsing, as I goosed him with a soapy hand to do his anus. Squatting down, I used more gel on his legs and turned him about-face so that I was “eye to eye”, if you will, with the one-eyed snake that was proudly pointing in my direction. I opened my mouth and took it in, mouthing several inches, and I sucked and bobbed as my son held my head and moaned his appreciation.

Then I stood up and handed him the gel. I didn’t need to say what was expected, and he kissed me full on the lips before starting lathering up mommy. He washed my hair and gave me a scalp massage. I love scalp massages. He did my back and legs, his firm hands turning me as he needed to gain access or get me rinsed. Then he had me face him and kissed me again on the lips and his tongue slipped into my mouth like it was something we had always been doing. It felt natural to embrace him, as if our slick bodies and our Frenching were all part of a wonderful sort of slow dance, intimate and erotic as our arms snaked around over both buns and backs.

We were one of those couples intricately entwined on a temple in India, celebrating our sensuality as part of the way we worshiped. It was sacred, it was love, it was a uniting. Water sprayed over us bathing us in a baptism of arousal as my son’s hand went between my legs and explored the folds of femininity he found. My clit felt his stroke and my labia his digits, strumming through them as if he were making music. Then, I exhaled as one finger went inside his mother’s pussy. I sighed as the second joined it. I gasped as they began to move, not so much in and out as back and forth, front to back, G-spot to the rear of my cavity; crooking his middle and ring fingers, waving within my empty place and seeming to fill it up.

My legs went weak. His muscular arms steadied me as this crazy drubbing inside my cunt continued. I was holding my breathe, my head was thrown back and my eyes were closed in ecstasy and my nipples were cherry stones. I was on the brink before I knew what was happening and then it WAS happening. I skyrocketed into the stratosphere, as somehow my boy with his fingering made mommy contract again, and again, and again, in proxysms of pleasure as multiple orgasms rack my whole being. I had never cum quite like it, standing and with just a hand job bringing me off in a jolting succession of climaxes. WOW!!!

After that, the soaping of my boobs was almost anticlimactically – you should pardon the expression. It was sweet though, as he washed them and then sucked them and fondled them like they were his favorite cuddly toys. We looked at each other as the water rinsed sex off and still did not cleanse our minds of lustful thoughts, quite the opposite in fact.

“I told you that you’d like what I had in mind!” my randy housemate (‘mate’?) crooned in my ear.

“God! Did I ever! I think that I could only stand a session like that but once a week!” I confessed, making an invitation to more water games in the future. “Hold on to me, I’m still shaky from cumming so much. Where did you learn that?”

“You inspire me, mom.”

“Get us some towels from up on the shelf honey.” I instructed. We proceeded to dry each other with the fluffy terrycloth and a little bit of touchy-feely along with the process. He remained hard. What was I going to do about that? He had not cum and surely I owed him at least a mighty fine blow-job?

“Mom did you have any other family . . uh . . encounters?” Jeff asked. AHH! I knew what he was after, more incestuous dirt from mom. That was his secret turn on, not so secret to me any more though. Suddenly, I got inspired myself on how to provide Jeff’s jollys without risking a ravishing from a randy son. I led him to the bed and gave him the bottle of hand cream kept on the night stand.

“Let me tell you a little story . . . “ I began. I lay on my tummy and instructed him to slather the lotion in my butt crack, then stretch out on me with his boner between my soft cheeks. As he listened to mommy’s naughty tale he enjoyed her nice tail, hunching his haunches, humping my backside’s valley.

“Once upon a long time ago – before I met your father,” I started. “I’ve always liked to watch a guy jerk off, it was a big turn on. It still is”

“Did you finger yourself too, while looking at them?”

“No, don’t interrupt, just listen. I usually could get my boyfriend to do it for me, and after I became involved with your dad he would spank the monkey for your mommy. But before that; one time I came upon my brother, Rick, doing it in the family room. Our parents were gone for the weekend and he thought I was sleeping over at my friend’s house, but that was going to be the next night. So there he is in the nude with a couple of his girlie magazines, a nice big prick in his hand and nowhere to hide – but he didn’t even try to cover up.”

“Rick looked me in the eye and we didn’t say a word to each other. It was like we had mental telepathy.” Jeff was into a serious rhythm on mommy’s ass now. I continued, but embellishing the story for the sake of sonny’s impending spurt. “I don’t know what came over me, but I stripped down too. I sat beside him and watched as he slowly stroked the big totem pole between his legs. His balls were red and swollen with pent up jism. I could tell that he really needed to spout. I spread my legs wide for him to see his sister’s cunt. My clit was poking out of it’s hood and my labia were pumped with blood like a flower. I was making a wet spot on the sofa I dripped so much.”

Hunch, hunch my boy was sawing away at my hinny. I could tell he was beginning to get near his peak. “Then, I reached out and took it, my brother’s penis, just as he extended a finger to my hole and dipped into his sister’s center. We did that for a few minutes and then he pushed me back on the divan and got between my legs while his . .” I stopped speaking abruptly as I felt Jeffy’s penis prod my well greased grotto and begin to enter my well of love juice. Jeez! He was going in – that wasn’t suppose to happen! “OH! Jeff! Noo, don’t go in mommy!!” Yet it felt so good, so hot, so tempting to let it happen. I raised my hips in anticipation of illicit coupling with my child. How could I control him when I couldn’t control my own body?

“Did he do it mom? Did Uncle Rick fuck you? You guys couldn’t help it, could you? You both were too hot to stop, he thrust it in you and came, didn’t he. And you came too, you both came together, creaming and squirting and . . . “

Luck was on my side, as Jeff hunched and humped he changed angles, slid up the alley of my ass crack. Then he drew back too far, so that when he thrust again he buried his throbbing dick between my thighs, striking my clit obliquely and thus soaking the sheet beneath me with a generous dose of jism. Mission accomplished. Crisis averted, no thanks to my lustful cunt; simply due to the mostly fictional story of mine and the depraved longing for all things incestuous of my son’s sinful imagination. Thank God he didn’t have a sister I thought. But he had been far too close to fucking his mom. To my relief, but in a way, to my regret as well.
As I lay there in the aftermath of bring my boy off once more, he got up and got a wet, warm wash cloth to wipe up my messy tush. Well, I’m glad to see that I raised the youngster with some manners, I thought humorously to myself. But seriously, my thinking continued, he’s going to make some girl a fine lover. For a moment I was jealous of the woman who would get to have him as her paramour. But I realized that was silly, and I realized that I could have him if I wanted that privilege.

After I taught him the finer points, she could enjoy his attentions, as long as he came home to cum with mommy once in awhile. Cry-min-net-ly!! as Rick used to say, who’s has depraved longing of incestuous feelings now? That was naughty girl lusting after her sexy son. Mona momma asked ‘How you going to get grandchildren?’ At once Mona thought, I’m too young to be a grandmother! Naughty girl wondered if her son would knock her up. Mona slapped naughty girl, but then laughed remembering she had her tubes tied ten years ago, so no worries there. ‘Yes!’ naughty girl smirked, ‘We could screw all we want, if we wanted to, and I do want to fuck my son, as much as he wants me!’

As if he could listen in to my internal dialog, Jeff said, “Gosh mom we almost did it. I didn’t mean to, but I was right there, I was in you, a little bit – wasn’t I?”

“Yes, baby, but its better we didn’t have that happen. Remember what I said, don’t forget our limits. I know it was exciting – to me too – but still it can’t happen. And speaking of which - I only watched Rick, I never got naked, we never touched each other. I made up the rest of it to help make you cum on me.”

“Well, it worked alright. Almost too well. I wanted to put it in so bad right then. I love you mom, but I want you. I know you want me too, even though you drew the line at having sex. Maybe someday you’ll think differently, but until then I love you too much to ever do it to you – unless you beg me or unless it’s an accident like tonight – or unless-”

“NO, Jeff. Under no circumstances are you ever allowed in your mother’s pussy, not in my life-time ever!”

“Well, I was once, you know. I don’t mean tonight.”

Did he do it when I was asleep? How could I not know if he fucked me? What did he mean, was I passed out with too much wine one night? My mind reeled with confusion. I looked at him with concern.

“But of course, I was real young then, really only just a baby!”

I almost slapped him for such a bad joke. “Yeah, you were totally into me, back then!” I crack one myself and we both burst into gales of laughter that went on for minutes and every time we looked at each other we broke into fresh giggles. Finally, out of breath, I said, “Go to you room now, young man, you’ve gotten your bet paid in full.”

“I’ll help you with the weeding tomorrow, mom. I’m good at doing dirty things with my sexy mother – aren’t I?”

“Yes you are indeed, sweety. Yes indeed!” With that he exited and I rolled off the wet spot and fell almost instantly to sleep, ‘some day it turned out to be’ I thought as I drifted off and somewhere dimly I heard too inside my head, (‘just wait until tomorrow!!’)

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I slept late. Who could blame me? Then I had to run to get to work in time for an appointment with a client who was hosting a big open house the next day. I was busy, but still thoughts of the erotic home life that had developed in the past week surfaced now and then, giving me a tingle in my twat. I made no thought of what was next, just knew that I had keep from letting things go too far, but still understood that we would continue the delightful dalliance that defied convention and moral standards. Well, those be damned, the hook was in and I knew this strange twist to our relationship was going to continue.

When I got home that evening Jeff said he was in the mood for pizza and beer. Fine, I was not in the mood to cook. No hint of any sexual agenda on his part but I did get a wonderful big hug and kiss when he greeted me. I changed into a modest robe and we ordered pepperoni for delivery. After our meal, we settled into the family room for some sitcoms and had a bowl of ice cream each. Just a typical evening at home, with no overtones of what had to be on both of our minds. Until the late news came on, then Jeff turned to me.

“Mom, you said that you like to watch a guy masturbate. Would you like to watch me? I mean . . I’d like it if you would. You don’t have to do anything if you just want to sit there, but it’s okay if you’d like to . . you know, get naked or whatever.”

I looked at him for a long moment. Not because I had to make up my mind, of course I wanted to watch him wank, but to decide what I was going to do myself. I decided that I would just like to watch him; see the tool become aroused, look at his face when he climaxed, observe the eruption of sperm that spouted and to have a memory to cherish the rest of my days of my boy being a man in front of his mom. I answered him, “I would. I would like you to do that and I want to do it here, on the couch. I am not going to suck you off like the other day because I wish to see the whole thing from beginning to the end, as you cream for your mommy.

“Can I look at you, as I’m doing it?”

“Sure and we can talk, about what ever you want. But for this time you just touch yourself, those are the rules tonight.”

“Will you touch yourself too?” He made the inquiry hopefully.

“No, not until you cum initially. I want to see it all and not be distracted in any way. This is a special treat for me and I don’t want it spoiled. But I’ll let you watch me do it afterwards, and I’ll give you a show you won’t forget!!”

“Deal! Wait here while I get some stuff.”

Bring a couple of beers too!” I called after his retreating form.

When he came back in about ten minutes he was loaded down with cans, tissue, lube, a towel and dressed only in his underpants. He handed me a beer and set the other on the end table next to his side. I popped the top off mine, took a swig and set it on the TV tray next to me by a plate of pizza crusts. Jeff put the box of tissues on the floor where he was going to be sitting, draped the towel doubled over on the cushion and sat on it. He looked at me and smiled. “Ready for your little show, Mom?” He then shimmied off his white jockeys. I saw a big pink doodle dangling down from a brown tangle of hair over two testicles that hung loosely from below. A very handsome sight, if I do say so myself.

I loosed the belt on my robe and shrugged it off my shoulders, the terrycloth would absorb my wet spot, as I was sure there would be. I was bare underneath, I guess I figured that we would be fooling around somehow that night. “Fire when ready, Gridley!” The quote seemed appropriate.

My son poured a little clear fluid on his left hand and coated the rosy knob. “Do you use both hands on that thing?” I asked.

“Just the left, I don’t know why. The right seems to be foreign, and I use it to hold a magazine or book or . . “ (a sly smile broke on his lips as he looked me in the eye and finished) “to turn on the tape or press rewind.”

My hand stroked my left nipple unconsciously as his penis began to swell. My mouth felt dry as I gazed at my son stroke his cock, I took another sip of beer.

“Mom, what did you think, when you saw me nude in the bathroom, that time I came in, remember?”

“How could I forget? You certainly surprised me! I was kind of stunned, I couldn’t think real well. I was frozen in place, like a prey that is spotted by a dangerous predator, and all I could see was this beautiful manhood standing long and tall and tempting as hell!” I laughed at the memory.

“You liked what you saw?”

“Oh yeah! I had wondered what you had in your pants, if it was anything like your dad’s. It’s a duplicate by the way, like father like son, and a package that you should be proud of.”

“Tempting?”

“That’s what I was thinking about when I was listening over the intercom. How good that would feel in me – not that we can ever . . .; but I was fantasizing about you, listening to you thinking about putting that gorgeous cock up your mommy’s pussy.” Jeff’s boner was bright and shiny as he added more lube and the skin stretched taunt over the straining staff.

His hand began to quicken. “We made each other hot, didn’t we, we got each other off imagining that we were fucking. I know we can’t, but it’s so hot thinking about being in you. Spread your legs mom, let me see where I’d put it.”

I complied and he obviously went up a few notches in excitement. I was slick with my own juices and flushed in face and glowing with the bloom of arousal down there. My finger rubbed my button and then I used both hands to spread the labia wide. We sat there focused on each other’s genitals for several minutes. I urged him on with little whispered encouragements and moans of my own in response to his soft groans.

Then, I made an overt try at verbally getting him off. “Here’s where you came from, baby. There’s where you want to get back into. Deep into mommy and let loose all your incestuous baby making cream, right at my womb, don’t you sweet Jeffy?”

“God! Yes mommy! I want to be inside your hot cunt and fill you with my jism and feel you cum on my cock. Fuck me! Mommy!! I want you so bad! His fingers were a furious blur as he became totally engrossed in the imagery of our imagined coupling.

“Yes, Jeff!” I encouraged him, that’s it fuck me, Honey! Give it to me, cum in mommy, baby!!”

“Uh! . . Yeah! Oh, Yes, Mom, . . Uhh . Ah-hah! NownowNOWWW!” His face made a contortion, scrunched up in a grimace which expressed the almost painful pleasure of male sexual discharge. A geyser of white ejaculation streamed out of the blow hole. It covering his fingers like a sauce was poured over a dish. So much! I was surprised. He out did his dad in volume, that was for sure. I had a little contraction inside my vagina thinking about what it would be like, feeling that gusher deep up me. Wild!!

“Good thing you thought of the towel, babe! Otherwise we’d have a cum stain as big as a
saucer!”

“I love you mom. Did you enjoy my performance?”

“Worthy of a . . . what do they call those porno film awards?”

“I don’t remember right now, but thanks. Like I said, you inspire me.”

“Well your ‘spire’ was a divine steeple. Would you like to pray at the temple of Venus now?” My palms framed my bush and female parts.

“I will offer more than lip-service, I shall speak in tongues as I worship in her divine divide, the holy of holies, the sacred grotto of my mother goddess, the . .”

I interrupted, “Actions speak louder than words, Sonny! Just eat me right now, for heaven sake! I’m so hot I gotta have a cum real soon!” I lay back, spreading my legs wide.

Without another word, Jeff got off the sofa and on his knees taking my legs in hands. His face zoomed in on my center and he nibbled at my labia, then his oral digit did curls around my button of love. It was exactly what I needed. He caressed all over my pelvis with his fingers, as his mouth sucked on my clit. I felt his squirmy appendage lick and dip into my hole and then strum the clit a bit. Jeffy’s head nodded and shook and made wonderful arabesques to enhance what his mouth was doing to his mother. I noted that he had thoughtfully shaved tonight and his smooth cheeks added to my thighs sensuous experience.

I thrust my torso, tilting to offer all my sensitive self to my son’s administrations. My whole crotch was on fire with desire and I could feel the pending climax building from inside out. My nipples were tender, yearning points of erotic excitement which I twittled with myself, because now Jeff’s spread hands cradled my hips to stabilize my rocking body. I was so close! He concentrated on my clit again with quick licks and then gave long slides up and down my pussy and I began to feel the shaking. He gave a big suck to my pearl and it triggered the cascade of ecstasy I had been needing all day. I jerked in uncontrollable racking spasms as the cum rolled over my complete being. I was electrified in my brain, a storm of short circuits made all thinking turn into only pure joy.

The physical stress had to have a liberation for all that was spring-tight in my body, which became, in that singular moment, totally loosened, released and relaxed. I felt truly happy and content, and at peace. It was the most special of orgasms, and my son had given it to me. I was filled with an overpowering sense of love for him in a different way than I had ever had before. Now he was my lover, my cherished partner in physical sexual pleasure, my paramour, my turn on, my mate who pleased me and whom I wanted to please. Naughty girl was in control and momma was going to allow her baby boy to be spoiled and indulge him his carnal appetites.

‘Noo!’ momma Mona moaned to herself, ‘I can’t let him, we can’t fuck, I’m his mother and even if I just had the best head of my life I must not . . .’ But my thoughts dissolved as Jeff began to run his tongue on my thighs, then in my gash, upon my tender nubbin. He blew cool air in the moist valley and spreading his whole mouth over my sex exhaling a hot wind of tropic tingling. My head went went back and my mouth gaped open and I was lost in the moment of renewed passion, he wasn’t finished with me. I was going to get round two whether I wanted it or not, but of course I did. Whoopee!

I couldn’t tell you how long it went on. I built up and came down in multiple climaxes, the orgasms just wouldn’t stop. I phased in and out of semi-consciousness, as the waves of total ecstasy came like the tide washing in. Then, finally, I used what little energy I had left to let Jeff know I could take no more, I was exhausted. My robe was drenched with the saliva and cum which coated my botto